as a friend told..

"I like a strong, intimate, manly fellowship, the kind of friendship which rejoices in sharp vigorous exchanges just as love rejoices in bites and scratches which draw blood. It is not strong enough nor magnanimous enough if it is not argumentative, if all is politeness and art; if it is afraid of clashes and walks hobbled"

Montaigne

batı cephesi

çin'den geliyorum
içinden geçiyorum

pazarın üstüne oturmak

şekersiz kahve
ve bahçedeki tavşan

yes, he is.

Boney M - Daddy Cool - 1976 by thegirlstheyrock

chrome looking 

'ben'in anlamını bilmem ki

senin başka bir dilde çevirin olsun..

they ate their young

the next is my turn.

the dead of the Golden Horn

i am on my way to 'there'

crying, crying..i am crying..
you can't touch me, i am not here.
i am not the person you made out.
i am not the person you took out..
i am not gonna be a person that
you could be with, out and without..
i am just
someone from the east,
someone from the sea,
someone not being here,
but being near..
going mad, going, i am going..
going near but not here..

volver..

HERE

you were there.just like me.

I am lying under a bulldozer that has been partly and constantly crossing over my body

ALCOHOL

nirvana

What kind of trick is to resist sleeping while wanting sleep forever? Is it an escape?Is it a fear or dilemma? Or..is it just a way of reaching the real nirvana?

WINTER IS GONE 

Winter is gone
And the leaves are green
Winter is gone
And the leaves turn green
Your innocent face
I wish I never had seen

Come on, my love
And fare thee well
Come on, my love
And fare thee well
You cheated me
But I wish you well

Rope is bought
And the bough is swung
Rope is bought
And the bough is swung
An innocent man
This day will be hung

Come on, my love
And see me die
Come on, my love
And see me die
See me dancing
Dance 'Neath the sky
'Neath those gallows high
Come on and see me die

Winter is gone
And the leaves are green
Winter is gone
And the leaves are green
Your innocent face
I wish I never had seen

little dirt

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yol

...neyse—varsin sen; ve ben, elbet 
bulacagim bir yol—varsa eger bir yol 
--ya da benim varsa, bir yol bulma 
yetenegim—yetersem buna...